Alone on a raft, adrift and afraid. What creature will devour me? How will I make it home?
Wait, you say. You will rescue me anon.
Whimpering and rowing are equally futile, so far out from land. Self-reliance is no friend to me here.
Wait, you say. Sit calmly.
When you deliver me, will it be amidst frantic motion, or will I find the wherewithal to wait seated?
O dear friend, let me meet this test.
(Letter #2,224)
Daily Letters to God 